Torn in two and feeling blue
doused in my reflection
because I would hate
to be like you
disgusted and displeased
why won't you let me be me
to shape and mold beliefs
a vision far and few between
to grow up and produce
a distorted kind of machine
I fail your ways, your test
your on my *** and won't let it rest
to be respected and admired
no wonder we don't mesh.